purrsuasion:

well,  fine ;  she can comply  (  for now,  anyway  ).  per his polite little request,  she slowly turns around,  making about a million mental notes a second.    “    There.  You happy ?  Or am I gonna have to throw a tap dance in there,  too ?    ”

          “no, thanks. i’m fine.”

        approaching her with his firearm drawn close to him – but still very much aimed
        at her – wick leans in to giver her a warning. “this might get … uncomfortable.”
        now john only knows a few women that fancy getting searched, & this one likely
        isn’t among that select few. regardless, he’ll still be checking for weapons.

sherpawhale:

john wick is exactly the level of motivated pettiness i aspire to. you killed my dog? i’ll kill you, your dad, and all 500 people working for your dad. fuck you.

misterwick:

          _{“ i don’t recommend taking another S T E P. “}

scldiermade:

    “as you wish.”

he can smell the death that clings so tightly to the man,
though he keeps that thought to himself. it is the main
thing that propels his feet into motion. this man is a killer.
it’s enough to put every one of the alpha’s nerves on edge.

        _{john is a man that considers himself a realist. considering the other is a bit
        of a titan of a man, wick knows that he’d likely be overpowered should it
        come down to a hand-to-hand confrontation. which is why he’ll go for
        the gut first. with a bullet. then the skull with another.}

        _{if the circumstance crops up, that is.}

        <sub>once they round a corner, they’re face to face with
        a handful of men sporting ski masks and AR15s. 

        john’s pistol shifts, movement exact & precise like a machine. one trigger pull,
        & another – two of the men drop, holes clean through their skull. john rushes
        the third & utilizes narrow hall to keep the long barreled rifle from maneuvering 
        effectively. he throws his arm up against the rifle, throwing it off aim as it fires,
        the recoil making john’s assailant lose his steady grip on the weapon. two
        shots ring out from john’s second handgun, punching through the man’s stomach.</sub>

scldiermade:

“maybe.”

the wolf’s lip curls away from his teeth in a silent growl,
his instincts telling him just how dangerous the man in front
of him truly was. as the man’s gaze turned down the hall, titan’s
weight shifted slightly, moving him into a more defensive stance.

“how do i know you won’t put a bullet in me
minute you get going?”

          _{“you don’t.”}

        _{explaining why he’s got no reason to add to the body count would be an act made in futility.
        each answer given would lead to another question, & they’d be here all night. “i’m a in a bit
        of a rush.” he says apologetically. “so if you don’t mind … i’d like for us to get going.”}

purrsuasion

“ Oh, come on, now. That’s no way to treat a woman. ”

          _{“it’s nothing personal.“}

        _{there’s a plain honesty in his voice, enough so
        to question why he’d even lie to begin with.
        he gestures with his firearm.}

          _{“turn around, PLEASE … if you wouldn’t mind.”}

scldiermade:

hands raise in surrender, a small smirk
playing on his lips. 

“i don’t recommend pulling the trigger.
won’t end the way you think.”

          _“maybe.”

        _{a low, rough note as a reply. john isn’t curious, nor intimidated. one hand drops from
        the sig p226, his gaze & aim still steady on the unfamiliar face as he reaches for the
        holster positioned at the small of his back. pulling glock 18 free, he aims down the
        hall just to keep all his bases covered. while he does take his eye off the man for a
        brief moment, john wick’s peripheral vision is superb.} 

          _{“do you know the way out?”}

_{WARNING: if you, at any time, think “oh, john wouldn’t do that” i am here to tell you he will. LOOKING AT YOU @scldiermade! tell ur beautiful bby to be careful}

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